The bombs been detonated
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I'm just waitin' for an explosion, I was just waitin' on 2nd and it was time for me to close in on 3rd
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With blurred vision and in, precisely placed slurred words we started kissin'
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Man listen, it was like a scene from a very bad B movie with a very low budget
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But fuck it, I was drunk and I admit I loved it
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Every last second, I couldn't kill that thought of us butt ass naked
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Tele' surfin' with the fan on, chattin' about the session and, slowly gettin' into some closet skeleton confessions
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That's when, she made a offer that I couldn't refuse
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And chills went up and down my legs like Samoan tattoos
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She said she had a pad that wasn't too far away, and said she'd love if I stayed 'til the following day
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So it was time to exit stage left, I made my rounds, gave my pounds and hugs, gathered my thoughts and took a deep breath
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And now we're walkin' to the door but, right before we stepped outside she bought me one more
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And now I'm feelin' it, I had my had down my pocket but she's stealing it,
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with our fingers in a locket and as we're walkin' down Exchange Street, with
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our hearts pitter pattering to the same beat
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And then she popped the question like "Trav, you evah been in love?" I'm like "pshhh not that I recall"
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Well there was one situation, but I didn't have the patience, or the balls to say it and everytime I tried I just digitally delayed it
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And it sounded like something blah blah blah blah, man my speach impetement left my heart vacant without a single resident
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The first tenant got evicted the second she settled in, I seen her the other day riding my bike and kept peddlin'
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If it wasn't for meddlin' kids would love even exist nope, if it wasn't for alcohol would I even be saying this nope
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She probably took offense, I probably started gettin' sober 'cause she started gettin' ugly and I think probably told her
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Then my feet got heavy, I started drippin' sweat, knew I was gettin' into something I'd probably regret
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Right when I lit the cigarette I caught a case of the spins, and started wishin' I was still at the bar with my friends
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And then it happened, I fell flat on my face
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When I awoke I found I was in a very strange place
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I must've got my wish granted 'cause I was butt ass naked, but the only downside was that the room was very vacant
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Except next to the bed there was this note on the dresser, while I'm tryin' to deal with this hangover head pressure
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With a smile I grabbed the note, lit a smoke and sat back, "Dear whoever, lose my number P.S. the sex was wack"
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Sloppy Love Jingle, Pt. 3
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| Gym Class Heroes |
